Crave. 

 

Like l crave the movement of your eyes looking up, looking down at me

Drinking me

My lips 

When they move but all they move to is 

Your laughter and 

We share secrets like books, pass them back and forth, make jokes about it 

But

What if you knew

How much I crave

Crave 

The cock of your neck 

Flutter of your eyelashes

Desire when you see me 

Breathe words next to me 

Look at me 

Look at me

Why won't you look at me? 

 

I wanted too much again

Because I craved and felt the

Desire fall like

Ashes around me 

As I burned my hands trying to 

Be someone i felt slip away 

Years ago and tie it too right, too tight

Around my neck in an undisclosed effort to come across oh so appealing yet I—

Me, my tan smooth skin, 

My big hips, ample lips, 

Supple—

I won't be that, or this or anything but. 

I have my pain, and my cravings, 

And I feel joy and love and laughter 

And delight when I talk or think or smell or remember the taste of what it was like when 

We were once

 

In the same room with our clothes

In trails leading to a laughing bed and ticklish tongues that meet continuously to the thrum of our hips 

Because I'm digging my hands through your hair and moaning 

And loving the pain and pleasure of my heart 

Breaking 

 

Glass shards all over the sheets. 

 

I'm breaking.

Can't you see it? 

 

My crazy lungs 

Obnoxious heart

Tainted smile and 

Oiled soul.